In A Relationship With TXT Beomgyu

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This story will be updated slowly now since Yeonjun's story is first. Be ready for the plot twist and look forward to 'TXT in a relationship series'. Thank you for reading my tiny little books.

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"It's cold." I rubbed my hands and sat down.

Beomgyu sat on the other side of the table. His eyes fell on the guitar. "Is that yours?" He asked, taking the instrument in his lap, and I swear I wanted to act like a fan girl then and there.

Choi Beomgyu looked extra handsome with a guitar in his hands. Just sitting there, holding an instrument, smiling to himself.

"Ae-Cha?" He raised his eyebrows.

Oh, yes. He asked a question. What was it again? Yes, guitar. "It's mine. My cousin play it sometimes. She must've left it here."

Beomgyu strummed the chords, and adjusted the instrument over his knee. I placed my elbow on the table, and stared at him, humming to whatever he was playing. There was something about him, something so peaceful and beautiful that I was sure that I would never get enough of this feeling.

I remembered the first time I saw him, or was it second? Second it was. He was playing a guitar that day too. Those were the memories that I had hid under the piles of other things, because you would only hope for nothing but fantasy if you kept thinking about it. Beomgyu looked up and I met his gaze. I wondered if he remembered me, but, again our meeting wasn't that eventful.

Ji Ae-Cha or I could say Violet was an idol for him. That meeting and others were like just another afternoon that nobody remembered.

"Would you play me a song?"

I sat up straight. "Me?"

He looked around. "Is there a ghost around?"

"Hey." I scowled, and he chuckled before handing me the guitar. I adjusted it over my lap, and started strumming random chords. "What would you like to hear from me?"

"Anything." Beomgyu shrugged. "I just want to listen to you. Unfiltered. Most of the times, we're supposed to bend our voices and inherit the music likes of our group."

"Yes, that happens," I agreed.

"Right. So, this is your time. Play me something that Ae-Cha would like to sing. Not Violet." He placed his elbows on the table, and cupped his face. "I would love to hear Ji Ae-Cha tonight."

Was it getting hot in here? I dropped my gaze, and cleared my throat. God, if you exist, please don't make me blush. Please. I started humming. It was one of my favorite songs. I loved music like I loved to breath. And this song always left me with a nostalgic love. A love that I had not experienced yet.

[Shall We - Exo Chen. Highly recommended]

It's sad that tonight is fading
I want to hold on and not let go
My warm heart like this tea cup
I’m shy and it’s a little tacky.

I didn't miss Beomgyu's smile. Even I did my best not to turn red. This felt intimate. This was him and I. He was sharing a part of me. I shouldn't be surprised. The threshold was crossed a long time ago. Not sure when.

Don’t, don’t hide yourself
It’s sad if I’m in a hurry alone
My burning heart like that flame
I want to give it to you, I want to stay
Don’t hurt me.

What shall we do about tonight?
Shall we cross the sparkling galaxy together?
In the night where the lazy streetlights are drowsy
In the night, tonight.